Oblivion Destruction Training Novels & Stories

But the thought that I had killed the person who dared to wound me like this soothed the sting. When I finished, I stepped out of the room. Vladislav’s men were everywhere now—posted at every corner, standing stiff with silent vigilance. Their eyes were scanning constantly. New cameras were covering every blind spot. Complicated locks. Reinforced bulletproof doors. He wasn’t taking chances after the last attack. As I walked down the hallway, I spotted some of the men I’d trained with in the previous mansion. Men who used to whisper about me right to my face, laugh at me, and roll their eyes when I won each sparring session with them.

Olivia said enthusiastically, she was trying so hard to steer her thoughts away from her family, she was going to immerse herself in training, she didn't want to think about how they would all get destroyed by Daera. Venom suppressed his anger, he had just accepted his worst student, although her face was brimming with enthusiasm right now, he was sure she would soon start shedding tears. " The first thing we're going to build is your stamina, follow me" ******** Erada had been right with her prediction, the men that Royal had selected for her were really very lousy, some of them were scrawny and frail looking while those who were huge lacked stamina.

Now… Most of it had drifted away. The destruction stretched across the training area like something out of a nightmare. The ground had been ripped apart. Chunks of dirt and shattered stone covered the field. Pieces of equipment lay scattered in every direction. Several trees had been snapped in half from the force of the blast. Silence settled over the entire compound. Even the men searching the area barely spoke above a whisper. My eyes slowly swept across the devastation. Then they stopped. A hand flew over my mouth. “No…”

Yes, these are all facts, though not the only reason I spend time with her, but they don’t need to know that part. “This training is new and will be groundbreaking. To train hounds that can assist someone with a disability, be it blindness like Ismene-Eirene or missing limbs that soldiers are prone to. We will be accomplishing something even Lord Apollo and Lady Athena couldn’t. So again, to be clear, we are not courting. Now drop the subject.” I commanded.

Training did not get easier. It got sharper. More precise. More unforgiving. Three days after Lia’s first breakthrough, Damien stopped treating her like someone who might survive and started treating her like someone who had to. That difference nearly broke her. They trained at dawn and again at dusk, never in the same place twice. Sometimes in the clearing, sometimes deep in the woods where the trees pressed close and the ground was uneven. Damien said unpredictability was part of survival. “Power that only works in comfort is useless,” he told her.

Wilson replied earnestly. At this point, Gordon interjected, "Most of the large and medium-sized islands will be destroyed by the blood rays. How can there be any peace in this world? I'm afraid more people will come to Forgotten Shore. Shouldn't you make plans early, sir?" Adrian nodded approvingly. "Gordon, what you say makes sense. It's time to establish rules early." He then looked at Wilson, who understood the opportunity to show loyalty. "Our family is also considered an immortal family. There are over twenty grade-one Body Trainers, over ten grade-two Body Trainers, over ten grade-three Body Trainers, five grade-five Body Trainers, and only one grade-eight Body Trainer—me."

“You know, there’s talk of you being dangerous. That you’re not really... you anymore.” “I’m still Mira.” Valen studied her face. “That may be, but are you still one of us?” She met his gaze. “Are you here to welcome me or test me?” “Why not both?” he replied, eyes gleaming. Behind them, the pool rippled—without wind. In Training Room Seven, Ophelia, Carl, and Tobias ran simulations. But every few minutes, their environment would glitch. Objects would flicker. Terrain would shift unexpectedly. Targets would multiply.

"I know it's not fair. None of this is fair. But you're not alone. We're all in this together." She looked at me for a long moment, then nodded slowly. "What do we do?" "We train. We prepare. We build our strength." I looked around the room—at thirty hybrids, at the love seekers, at Kael and Caspian who'd become my anchors. "And when Vladimir comes, we show him that love is stronger than hate. That family is stronger than revenge. That ten thousand years of dreaming darkness can't stand against even one moment of light." ________________________________________ The training began that afternoon.

He motioned for me to follow. Stalking across the grounds, I fought to rein in my temper. Inside the empty training hall, vicious satisfaction coursed through me at the sight of the wooden dummies lined up. Pulling back a fist, I unleashed my full draconic strength on the first target. The wooden figure exploded into splinters and rained across the floor. I bared my teeth in a savage approximation of a grin, envisioning the faceless enemies I wished to destroy. One by one I obliterated the dummies, envisioning the enemies who had wronged me - the Valorians, the Aldorians, all who would see my kind extinguished. Most of all, the raven-haired deceiver who haunted my every thought...Lena.

POV: Luna Three days after the portal crisis, Professor Thorne called mandatory combat training. Every student who'd fought. Every pack member who'd survived. Everyone needed to process trauma through physical activity instead of letting it fester into psychological damage. The training grounds were packed. Students gathering in groups. Whispers about hybrid creatures. About portal explosions. About Luna Eclipse defeating impossible threats through dual mate bonds and Eclipse power that seemed unlimited. I stood with my pack. Trying to appear normal. Trying to pretend exhaustion wasn't bone-deep. Trying to ignore how both Liam and Caleb hovered protectively despite knowing their presence cre